Chapter 13: Violet

I thought werewolves were supposed to be all powerful and not scared of anything. He looked as if I were a ghost and was haunting him.

I jumped into the Jeep and drove to my room. The parking lot was completely empty. I was the furthest room away from the office. I rolled my eyes and threw the jeep into park. I grabbed the duffle bag, the rest of the food, and water.

I unlocked the door and felt for a light switch. The light was dim showing a queen-sized bed on one wall with an older looking bed spread and a tv on the other wall. A small lounge chair was in the corner next to the door. I locked the door behind me and tossed the duffle bag down on the chair and looked around the room. There was one painting that hung above the bed, it was a basket of flowers. Tacky motel décor, exactly what I would expect from a motel in the middle of nowhere. Even though the room was dated it was far better than what I was in not twelve hours ago. Anything was better than being locked up in a dungeon.

The bathroom was basic but had a shower and a tub. A little shampoo, conditioner and body wash sat on the sink. That was all I wanted, a hot shower. I turned on the shower and let the water run until it started to steam. I took off my new sweatshirt and sweatpants and put my foot in. The water hit my foot and turned it red. I didn’t care. It felt so good. I grabbed the soap and put my whole body under the water and dampened my shoulder length, black hair. I worked the shampoo through, it felt so good to wash out the night. I watched the dirty water go down the drain.

I did the same with the conditioner, I left it in as I dampened a washcloth and put the body wash in it and started working it over my skin. By the time I finished the washcloth was a dark brown. I rinsed the conditioner from my hair and the soap off my skin and turned off the shower. I grabbed the town that was hanging above the toilet and wrapped it around my body. This was the first time in a while I had consistent hot water and time to do a thorough cleaning.

I wiped away the condensation that built up on the bathroom mirror and looked at myself. I looked tired; my face was skinnier than I remembered. The bruise that graced my face was purple and blue with freshness. Eventually it would turn yellow and fade away. My hair dripped. My skin was clean, porcelain, no longer covered in dirt.

If I did say so myself, I was actually pretty. When I wasn’t covered in dirt and bruises. I smirked at my little joke to myself. My eyes lit up flashing purple electrodes. “I wonder how long that will last.” I murmured to myself.

I took the extra towel and wrapped it around my head. I made my way to the bed with a towel wrapped around me. I pulled the duffel bag onto the bed and started to dig through it. I pulled out all the cash and made stacks on the bed. I counted thirteen stack of one hundreds. If my math skills proved me right, I had one hundred and thirty thousand in cash on my bed.

“Holy shit!” I stared and gaped at the stacks of cash. This was the most amount of money I have ever seen. “Where did Myrtle get this?” She must have robbed a bank or something. “This will last me forever.”

At least this money would help me find a more permanent place to stay. Not sure how long I would be able to sleep here with the jumpy werewolf in the office. I pulled out the only thing that was left in the duffle bag. The Familiar Book.

I laid the book next to the stacks and gently placed the money back into the duffle bag. I will have to find a place to hide this amount of cash. It’s not safe having it just lay around. I laid down on my stomach and cracked the cover open. I felt the book, it was charged with energy. When I opened it before I didn’t feel this energy. I could feel it now. I looked down at the title page and words formed. “Familiarium Maga.”

“Familiar Witch.” I whispered at the pages. The book was in Latin. Thank God I had so much free time over the years to brush up on my Latin.

I felt the wisdom being pumped through the book into my fingers as I touched the page. Almost like a static shock. But, instead of pain I felt a surge of energy. This was going to be how I would learn to be a strong witch. I looked down at the page trying to read but my eyes were getting heavy. It was such a long time since I had a decent night’s sleep.

I closed the book, “until tomorrow.” I whispered to the book and sat it down on the nightstand.

I took off the towel from around my head and hung it on the hook behind the bathroom door. I did the same with the one around my body. I pulled on the sweatpants and sweatshirt that I bought and laid down on the bed. I’m sure that other people would consider this bed terrible, but to me it was heaven. I laid down on my stomach and hugged the pillow and drifted off to sleep.